The End Is Where It Begins

A year's gone by and things are still the same,
We still hold hand, kiss, and play loves' little game.

I should've made this easier for the both of us and ended it from the start.
Because now it's got a hold of a friendship and tearing it apart.

So many times I've told him that I'm done and ending it today.
But every time he hold me close, I forget all I had planned to say.

Sometimes I ask myself why I keep you near,
Why I can't expose myself and tell them exactly what they want to hear.

I don't know why it took me this long to realize what I'm doing to my heart.
Now you've left me no choice, like I said, "this should've ended from the start"